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StoryBusiness as usual, in grey tan6302 years 12 months ago
StoryOn bowel cancer in seventeen syllables tan6313 years 40 min ago
StorySeahorse don't race tan6303 years 1 day ago
StoryWar, peace and social injustice tan6303 years 1 day ago
StoryOn visiting the Van Gogh exhibition, Salford, February 2022 tan6303 years 2 days ago
StoryOde on a didgeridoo, Outback tan6303 years 4 days ago
StoryOde on an alley cat, Granada, Spain tan6303 years 5 days ago
StoryLetter to the Vatican - just words tan6303 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Age of Fear tan6323 years 6 days ago
StoryOde on a cloud in mercury with a silver lining tan6323 years 6 days ago
StoryOde on a good father, North London, 1933 tan6303 years 1 week ago
StoryOde to Death, big place tan6303 years 1 week ago
Story Ode on the Pacific, in water tan6303 years 1 week ago
StoryOde on a whippet with a twig in its jaw tan6323 years 2 weeks ago
StoryJoie de vivre, lakeside, Coniston tan6303 years 2 weeks ago
StorySitting, Refucio, Andalucia, smoking, in red tan6343 years 2 weeks ago
StoryOde on a gorilla in black and white tan6323 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAn ode to Faith, in clay tan6303 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEngraving in olive, Canaan tan6303 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe crane, in grey and white ( or, conflict resolution ) tan6323 years 2 weeks ago
StoryEngraving in chalk, Dover tan6373 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOde on a tiger, in brass, and amber tan6313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOde on a tortoise, in gold tan6313 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOde to a Ladybird tan6343 years 3 months ago
StoryLetter to Marcos, Chiapas, Mexico tan6303 years 6 months ago

My stories

World War 2 continued

Psychological warfare is ugly, and good people die in droves.

Sun Arise, or, Time to kill

She bears it well these mental chains. Undone, she transports, transcends. This mortal coil, beautiful tho' it is, small and modest, is but a vessel...

It could have been me, it could have been you

Image of emaciated child, stares from behind safe screen in comfortable sitting-room. It feels safe enough to eat your hearty guilt-free dinner. This...

Ode on a Snow Leopard as the sun goes down

Wearing your jacket, white, pure, white as white, as white can be. As pure and cool as white can be. Unseen by man, a wild thing, unhunted...
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Letter to a Black Panther

You green-eyed monster you. I love ya. Yeah man. Sleek and black in your prowling skin of rich, soft lustre. Your frown hidden, your claws, hidden,...

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